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My entry for
Eagle Creek's Spring HuntRunning: NOW thru May 21st, 2017
Event Type: (Fox)Hunting
Class/Classes: Traditional / Digital
Restrictions: None.
Quick and Dirty Rules
All horse breeds welcome!
All-ages.
Art must be made by you for this show. No reusing entries or commissioned artwork allowed.
You can enter as many times as you'd like, one horse per image.
No pre-registration necessary.
No premade lineart or photomanipulations. Photo-backgrounds are acceptable if you did something to it. If you just slapped your animal onto a photo, you will be docked points.
Tracing is acceptable, if properly referenced and allowed by the stock provider.
Entries are

Stable: Peacock Stable (PCS)
Horse: PCS Bolschoi
Rider: Joe McLoughlin
Dog: a Großspitz: Bolschoi named him "The white Woof", I haven't found a name for him.

Story:

The team of the peacock stable passed the finishing line, but they seem to be more muddy and wet than they should be. To describe the desaster of this event, I'm letting the most sane of this team talk: Bolschoi. The russian Don stallion. Go on Bolschoi. Talk to us and tell us, how the chaos began.

“Talking? Me? I am a horse, you smartass. If I could talk, you wouldn't understand me. Well, good luck with my „funny snorting noises“. Your next youtube hit is approaching. So shut up, while I try to make some serious journalism.
You want to know, how a harmless spring fox hunting event became a trip of chaos and a tiny bit of horror?

Well, my human is a funny guy. And he has carrots. Lots of them! God, I love them! The full orange colour and the crunchy noise they make when... Wait. I'm degressing.

As I said, my human is a funny guy. Just right before the start he was talking to this little black box, which blinks now and then. And it creates strange noises. It seems like it's really distressed. And when the noises indicate, that it is – oh so fucking much – distressed, then my human picks it up and talks to that box. That calms it down every single time.

While my human was calming his box, the white Woof was looking around for some... Whatever the white Woof is looking for. Dunno. These woofy creatures are even more strange than humans.

The bottom line is: I was the only one listening to the description of the course. A human stood in front of us and described what should be expected. It was simple. So very simple!

Jumpings – yes. I can do that. Trying to find a big Woof (a.k.a. „fox“) – well that's why white Woof is with us. Little mud puddles – no problem. Big mud puddles – seperated with a red ribbon. The time would be stopped – we have to be fast. So incredibly easy.

My funny human stopped soothing the black box and together we started. Everything went well and white Woof found the fox' track easily. They gave him a blanket whit its scent on it. After we crossed some little mud puddles the blanket was a muddy mess, but that doesn't seem to disturb white Woof.

Then suddenly white dumbass Woof led us behind a hedge and trotted past said red ribbon. I tried to warn them. Really! I did! But none of the douche bags would listen. I had to follow them. My not so funny human took the red ribbon and held it high enough, so I could slip unter. We crossed the big mud puddle slowly and nothing exciting happened. But one meter before the next plateau with fresh, green, wonderfull grass it happened. I slipped! The ground was not even and for a short moment I lost my feeting. Bugger! Mudslinging incoming!

Well – for my satisfaction – the splashes hit my very funny human into its face. Yesssss! Sadly none of the muddy drops reached white Woof. I would have liked to see its smutty dimwitted face. So, that's the story behind our filthy appearance. And after all, we found the big woof. Happy end.

Now. WHERE ARE MY CARROTS?!?“
(Wordcount: 554)

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I've tried a new cellshading-thing and I'm still playing around.

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Description
My entry for
Eagle Creek's Spring HuntRunning: NOW thru May 21st, 2017
Event Type: (Fox)Hunting
Class/Classes: Traditional / Digital
Restrictions: None.
Quick and Dirty Rules
All horse breeds welcome!
All-ages.
Art must be made by you for this show. No reusing entries or commissioned artwork allowed.
You can enter as many times as you'd like, one horse per image.
No pre-registration necessary.
No premade lineart or photomanipulations. Photo-backgrounds are acceptable if you did something to it. If you just slapped your animal onto a photo, you will be docked points.
Tracing is acceptable, if properly referenced and allowed by the stock provider.
Entries are

Stable: Peacock Stable (PCS)
Horse: PCS Bolschoi
Rider: Joe McLoughlin
Dog: a Großspitz: Bolschoi named him "The white Woof", I haven't found a name for him.

Story:

The team of the peacock stable passed the finishing line, but they seem to be more muddy and wet than they should be. To describe the desaster of this event, I'm letting the most sane of this team talk: Bolschoi. The russian Don stallion. Go on Bolschoi. Talk to us and tell us, how the chaos began.

“Talking? Me? I am a horse, you smartass. If I could talk, you wouldn't understand me. Well, good luck with my „funny snorting noises“. Your next youtube hit is approaching. So shut up, while I try to make some serious journalism.
You want to know, how a harmless spring fox hunting event became a trip of chaos and a tiny bit of horror?

Well, my human is a funny guy. And he has carrots. Lots of them! God, I love them! The full orange colour and the crunchy noise they make when... Wait. I'm degressing.

As I said, my human is a funny guy. Just right before the start he was talking to this little black box, which blinks now and then. And it creates strange noises. It seems like it's really distressed. And when the noises indicate, that it is – oh so fucking much – distressed, then my human picks it up and talks to that box. That calms it down every single time.

While my human was calming his box, the white Woof was looking around for some... Whatever the white Woof is looking for. Dunno. These woofy creatures are even more strange than humans.

The bottom line is: I was the only one listening to the description of the course. A human stood in front of us and described what should be expected. It was simple. So very simple!

Jumpings – yes. I can do that. Trying to find a big Woof (a.k.a. „fox“) – well that's why white Woof is with us. Little mud puddles – no problem. Big mud puddles – seperated with a red ribbon. The time would be stopped – we have to be fast. So incredibly easy.

My funny human stopped soothing the black box and together we started. Everything went well and white Woof found the fox' track easily. They gave him a blanket whit its scent on it. After we crossed some little mud puddles the blanket was a muddy mess, but that doesn't seem to disturb white Woof.

Then suddenly white dumbass Woof led us behind a hedge and trotted past said red ribbon. I tried to warn them. Really! I did! But none of the douche bags would listen. I had to follow them. My not so funny human took the red ribbon and held it high enough, so I could slip unter. We crossed the big mud puddle slowly and nothing exciting happened. But one meter before the next plateau with fresh, green, wonderfull grass it happened. I slipped! The ground was not even and for a short moment I lost my feeting. Bugger! Mudslinging incoming!

Well – for my satisfaction – the splashes hit my very funny human into its face. Yesssss! Sadly none of the muddy drops reached white Woof. I would have liked to see its smutty dimwitted face. So, that's the story behind our filthy appearance. And after all, we found the big woof. Happy end.

Now. WHERE ARE MY CARROTS?!?“
(Wordcount: 554)

_______________
I've tried a new cellshading-thing and I'm still playing around.

No refs